Yesterday (oct 9th) was my mother's birthday - she's now 84, and we popped over with cards and presents, including flowers from the daughter, explaining that she would visit probably on monday. Mother rang later to ask did I bring a basket of flowers - I hadn't, that was someone else. She rang again later - ' I'm filling in my next year's diary with the birthdays and who I have to buy presents for at christmas. What's your middle name? Is it Clair?' 'No' says I, ' that's the daughter's middle name'. For heaven's sake, she gave me my middle name - I hate it, and asked why she'd called me that. She said she supposed somebody had suggested it to her. Yet another reason to make me think she's lost the plot.